by Verdana » Fri Dec 23, 2011 9:36 pm
[Sorry its' taken so long! Please let me know if I've missed something.]
// On the Botched Job//
Slowly but surely, assassins began to trickle into the sewers. Bree greeted them with grunts and gestures that grew less and less taciturn as the numbers rose, until she was even greeting assassins with words. However, she did not relax. Not completely. There were still missing members. Joel. Malberry. Booker. Her team in particular worried her. She had a duty to them. She had a duty to the other assassins, too, and so she called for transport. By the time Kaylee arrived, bleeding and shaking, Bree was ready. She turned to the injured woman.
Transport is coming. Follow the sewers, stay left. There'll be a boat which will take you to an island. We'll get out from there. The skipper of the boat will be a young-looking man. Sandy blonde, green eyes, gold canine, left on the bottom jaw. Tell him that Bee sent you, he shouldn't give you any trouble. He's a friend. Gather the members, get to the boat. I'll be back.
She turned around, and started heading back up the sewers. She couldn't leave her team to die. She had to find them, had to get them out before the police arrived. Curse Malberry and his ridiculous disguise! Curse Amigo for going along with it! She should have known not to trust her father's crony with an important job. They were clowns. Fools, the whole lot of them. She'd have to go and assist her assassins on her own. She was always on her own. Always had been, since Vee had died.
She popped open the manhole cover, and poked her head, and her gun, cautiously out into the street. It was deserted, the panicking crowds having cleared off long ago. Nothing was in her immediate vicinity, so she leapt nimbly out onto the street and started to run. Her gun out in front of her, she fired deft shots at the few things that even looked suspicious. There was a commotion around the cafe. Bree fervently hoped that her people were not in the building.
They weren't. She turned a corner, and there they were, in the alleyway. Three of them: Booker, Magma and the infuriating Malberry. She arrived just in time to hear his comment, and scowled.
I am not adorable, she declared, her hands on her hips.
She looked around.
Where's Joel? And the rest, where are they? She wasn't sure what to do. It was clear that she had to get her people away.
Then she had an idea. She didn't like it. She turned pale (or, at least, paler than usual).
Three people. She'd taken a passenger before, but it hadn't been easy. A single passenger had almost killed her. Bree was not a natural flitter, unlike the rest of her family. She hated it. However, she needed to get her people out, and get them out fast, and she could only see one way to do it.
She swallowed.
Malberry. Look at me. Is Joel inside there? If he is, I have to get him out. Then I'm going to come back, grab you, and you are going to detonate, grab me, and try to keep all your bits together. I'll have enough trouble with all of you as it is. But first, where is Joel? Where are the rest of them? I can't blow him up.
Then she noticed the blood running off of his knife.
And what in the name of the gun are you doing with that knife? Put it away.
//Back at HQ//
In the darkness, a very tall man and a petite woman stood, listening to the clank and clatter as armed men tried to break into their sanctuary. Shaygrin was as tense as a cornered cat. Ty, on the other hand, was oddly relaxed. He put a hand on his mother's shoulder.
Relax, Mum, he said.
It's okay, really. My doors are impenetrable. They'll never get through!
Just then, there was a particularly loud 'boom'. A red light started blinking. Ty frowned slightly.
Well, maybe in a couple of years, he revised. Another crash sounded, another light went on.
At least six months, he said, but his voice was beginning to lack conviction. Shay had heard enough. She took her son by the arm, and dragged him towards the armoury.
Come, she growled.
What are you doing? Ty yelped, following meekly.
Taking them by surprise.
...
The armed men worked at the door with silent intensity. They were professionals, and did not mess about. Although the door was remarkably think and cleverly boobytrapped; spraying acid and shocking workers, amongst other things; they were making good progress. Nonetheless, it would take them a few more hours to break through the door at their current rate. They worked harder. Their boss wanted the occupants of HQ dead and buried, and they were more than happy to oblige. However, suddenly the door began to shake. Sparks flew. It grated on its hinges. The men stood back, astonished and slightly bewildered. They watched, weapons drawn.
There was a creak and a groan, and the door keeled over.
Before they had time to respond, to rush in, to commit slaughter, a figure rose through the dust. A more unearthly sight had never been seen. Covered top to toe in scaly metal, and with a blinding light upon its head, it looked like a monster from a legend. The men drew back, blinded, and with a guttural roar, the creature went to work, slamming a huge metal rod into whatever it could find.
Although Ty was a pacifist, hours spent lifting engines singlehandedly had equipped him with an impressive set of arms. Still, even his gargantuan swings would not have killed the men he hit. However, tucked neatly behind him was his mother, armed and sleek. With attention on Ty, few opponents looked her way, and those who did were swiftly executed with a shot from her silenced gun.
Shay was very cautious. She only shot when the sound of Ty tossing an enemy through the air would mute her gun. That way, very few of the assailants noticed that she was there at all. They began to recover their wits, and shot at the behemoth in front of them. The bullets clattered off of his metal skin.
With Ty bludgeoning men to smithereens and Shay shooting them to stop them getting up, they slowly began to work their way through the team.
[If I've made an error, please let me know and I'll edit it.]